Alyssa I really wish there were some magic words we could say, or some magic amount of money that would fix everything. My heart is just breaking for you and Wally. Whatever you do, whenever you do it, will be the right choice. You've given Wally the best life imaginable, and lord knows you've educated all of us about greys! Just keep hanging in there.

"Remember - every time your dog gets somewhere on a tight leash *a fairy dies and it's all your fault.* Think of the fairies." http://www.positivepetzine.com"

SisMorphine wrote:So we were awake all night. He had diarrhea. I mean he's had soft poop for the past few months anyway, but this was like urgent have to go diarrhea. I was so so so worried.

And then this morning he got up and pranced to the door when I asked him if he wanted to go for a ride.

Thanks everyone for putting up with my freak outs and whining. I don't handle death well, and especially not when it's long and drawn out and involving my best friend.

Alyssa, Wally, Teeny, even little sex.... i'm sorry this is so hard on ALL of you.... and your parents to Alyssa...

Death is never easy.... because its permanent.... and its often long and drawn out, and i swear that's the worst part....I'm crying as i'm typing this... you'll know when its time.... before that, just ignore the bad times, as much as you can, and rejoice and cherish the good times.... like the prancing to the door for a ride....

I know with people.... they often hang in there until given permission from their owners to pass over.... not sure you're ready to do that yet....

Heather

A dog teaches a (kid) boy fidelity, perseverance, and to turn around three times before lying down.- Robert Benchley

Thanks all. We had a rough night. Wally now is pooping pure liquid so we were up all night going in and out and I was so happy that I lined my floor with vinyl shower curtains as it made the cleaning up at 4am a breeze.

We're both exhausted and all he's eaten today is a half a piece of bacon and a handful of Duck and Salmon treats. He's refusing everything else. If he doesn't eat then by the time we get home it'll be back to force feeding.

I wish I didn't have to be at work. I just want to crawl into bed with him and snuggle instead of cleaning crates.

"All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another." -Anatole France

We had a nice day. No accidents last night, and he actually ate some dinner (no breakfast, ate almost nothing yesterday). I told him that it's okay for him to go, that he doesn't need to hang on for me. I told him he can either go on his own or let me know when he is ready to be helped. Right now I'll be shocked if we make it to next weekend. He looks like a skeleton. I just wish i could do something to turn it all around. He's the love of my life and I hate thinking that this is the end.

Damnit and I did so good all day with the not crying.

"All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another." -Anatole France